Once our cities lit the whole world. Now we huddle under the shadow of the Traveler, in the last place it protects. It is so very fragile, this small blue ship, our home.

We severed their connection. The Shrine, it was communing with something out there, their god or King. Well, not anymore. Whatever it is, it's still out there.

What does it mean to be a Warlock? Power. Only Warlocks understand true power.

We stand alongside more allies than ever before. Humans. Awoken. Eliksni. Even the Cabal. When I came to the Last City, I looked up to the heavens for the hope the Traveler gave us. Now… I look up and see the hope we've built for ourselves.

Hello, Guardian. Oh, shhhhh…anks.

For ages, Awoken and Ahamkara were both allies and adversaries, each seeking to extract a victory from the other. That is the nature of all bargains: to relinquish as little as possible while securing all you desire.

My failure? My failure?! I have fed this force with vicious subjugation, battered down the gates of our enemies, and seized our glittering prize!. Why? Because I wanted it! You hold the universe in your grasp, and all you can think of to do with it is—

Rather lose every last memory in my head than know that little prince holds Cayde's prized cannon: the Ace of Spades. You gotta promise me. Put Uldren in the ground. And get the Ace of Spades back. If anyone should have the Ace… S'you.

The Light believes you thankless. Nothing more than a soldier asked again and again to do its bidding. So we want to thank you. With a gift. To help you finally take control.

Guardian, you remind me of… well, Ikora, back in her Crucible days. That was a lifetime ago. I'm sure Shaxx hasn't forgotten. He still has trouble sitting.

They returned to the lives they once led. She found love again. She had a daughter. And when Safiyah passed, he asked her to forgive him. Through each generation, he mourned. He asked for their forgiveness. And still, he has not found it.

I… After I lost Saint, I pulled another version of him back into the world. I was selfish. I did to Saint what Maya Sundaresh did to Chioma Esi.

I know this curse compels us to repeat the same actions over and over… But I can't help thinking if I just tried harder, I'd be able to change fate.

Let Eramis and Fikrul tear each other apart. Just… don’t let anything happen to our little Eido, eh?

A lighthouse, beckoning from the sea of stars. A lost enclave, unmoored in time.

Years later, I saw Cyrell again, clad in wretched-looking armor, dragging a chain of dead Ghosts in the name of peace. Still searching for an Awoken who could answer the one question that has haunted him since his rebirth.

In this dream, a horrible, brutal hand stretches toward you. But this is not the old enemy you know, it is something new.

I see our path ahead, full of despair and hardship, and I will walk it with joy in my heart.

I. remember stars. I used to drive out into the country to see them. As bright as they were a hundred years ago. Always used to take my breath away. Just looking up, realizing. all over again how much more was out there that nobody saw.

Agents of the Black Fleet. Nezarec, Rhulk, even Calus — they were just the beginning.